Lyrics Out Of The Bluegrass - Anne Wilson

I know Knox County probably don't look like much
Through the cracked windshield, cross hangin' over the dash
But you'd love it too if you grew up
Pickin' flowers right out of the bluegrass

And highway 25 got some bumps in the road
And that Jeep in the drive sure guzzles the gas
But I turned that key, packed up my heart and my soul
And I drove it right out of the bluegrass

Some call it lucky, some call it Kentucky
Here in God's country we call it God's plan
I'll keep strummin', long as songs keep comin'
But none of it's nothin' I'll understand
How He held the world, helped this girl grow a future out of the past
And He did it right out of the bluegrass

It turns out I ain't my biggest believer
So you won't hear me take much of the credit
Didn't even think I was much of a singer
Hand on the Bible, I went and read it
He wrote the story, I won't forget it

Some call it lucky, some call it Kentucky
Here in God's country we call it God's plan
I'll keep strummin', long as songs keep comin'
But none of it's nothin' I'll understand
How He held the world, helped this girl grow a future out of the past
And He did it right out, out of the bluegrass

Under that southern sun
No matter where I go I won't forget where I come from

Some call it lucky, some call it Kentucky
Here in God's country, we call it God's plan
I'll keep strummin', long as songs keep comin'
But none of it's nothin' I'll understand
Yea, He set me free in fields of green, don't know how He did all that
But He did it right out of the bluegrass
Oh, the bluegrass

Oh, whoa
Right out of the bluegrass

Oh, whoa
Oh, whoa